So funny

We laugh
with them laughing at us
laughing at them

and laugh
at them laughing at us
laughing with them

and laugh
with them laughing at us
laughing with them.

We laugh
at them laughing at us
laughing at them

and laugh
with them laughing with us
laughing with them

and laugh
at them laughing with us
laughing at them

and laugh
with them laughing with us
laughing at them

and, oh, we all laughed.

How we laughed.


Vested int’rests
No rest for the wicked
Grand Tour
Dual hats
Fat cats
Stray cats
Bussed-in doormats
Stowed and rowed
And swam and ran
With hope and wit? Come in, you earned it!
Omnipresent corporations
On your marks, get set:
Points make prizes
Wholesale nation delegations
Oligarchic geezers
Economic vagrancy
And desperate pleas by refugees
In boat loads
Rescued by the say-so

Slightly amended from June 4, 2015


Boris Johnson danced in
On the head of opinions
In Blighty
Made frightfully mighty
By members for minions
A man-child the king
Of some wild optimistic dominions
And every damned thing

And Dudica duly revolted
Assaulting the Foursome
By spaffing his Cummings
To ruffle their crinions
And make them be awesome
And, thus, by a stunning
Distorted endorsement
The revelling cult of a dishevelled sun
Did ruin the Union for everyone

Hunt, to be blunt

But Hunt, to be blunt
Is a Freudian slip
Twixt thought and lip
With his pinch-me-am-I-dreaming
Beaming, champing at the bit
For the most expensive hump
In the Brexit bed of tricks

His wobble-head pumped
With arousal-heavy heart
For the Tory race to desiccate
Our sensitive parts
As the tub-thumpers, who
Would pimp and screw us too,
View Johnson as a more entertaining tart

Boris believes his own bus

Boris believes his own bus
Got a package of promises for everyone of us

It’s gonna be a hoot
Taking the scenic route
Uplands are sunny
And isn’t it funny
Just how many times and on how many things
He can spend the same money

Wooo, here comes a corner
To wipe off the grins
And waaay, it’s downhill
From now on and we’re
Into another bend
Sleeping bag, underwear
Crap flying everywhere
When will it ever end
Please make it stop
Ah, the cliff edge
Thank god
And over we go…

No wonder he pledged
Like there’d be no tomorrow

Putin on the Fritz

Populists are nothing new
Have you seen the cabin crew
Serving up their poison brew
On the many for the few

Shilling on the common ground
Dandy dollars, pinstripe pounds
Brexit baubles all around
Rubles buy you half a crown

If you’re through with Western liberal values
Why don’t you do the monist’s split
Putin on the Fritz
Def’rence hypes and elitist tropes
Established thugs turn under their coats
Take the piss
Putin on the Fritz

Messed up like a crypto-fascist loofah
Chorus scraping like the Oompa Loompa
Up yer jumper

Come with tricks where Uri Gellers
Bend spoon-fed heads and ponzi sellers
Pick n mix
Putin on the Fritz

Blessed with flocks in gaslit-greedy stupor
Cheering fear like proper little troopers
Pooper scoopers

If you mourn for total arian norms
History shows a choice of apt uniforms
Left-right kicks
Putin on the Fritz
Had enough of basic human rights
Up for reinforcing might is right
Mao say quick
Putin on the Fritz